I’m sitting at my desk this morning,
When the sky turns a deep leaden grey;
The clouds become dense as smoke –
Impregnated they are with August rain.
It’s been rather humid the past days
And I’ve bodily been in a lethargic state:
But my soul’s wondering amidst the clouds –
My heart and mind in total disarray now.
The streaks of light amidst the thick haze
Dazzle my eyes, as steady rain descends;
Mango leaves in varied green shades bristle –
As if water spluttering over a charcoal kiln.
Slender trees at my window sensuously swish
Like Tal Pakhas in housewives slender wrists –
They fan their white and red bordered frames with:
Restoring my Bengali childhood memory stills.